Travel to another world and become a monster messenger

As the red-scarfed man called out, the rough shouts of his men echoed around. Except for the leader, the scene was the same as always. Although they were worried about the three people who would never return, they knew what they had to do.

However, the red scarf man's uneasiness could not be eliminated.

(Are they really okay? They should still be alive, but I still feel uneasy...)

Just as the man in the red scarf was thinking this, a subordinate poked his head in.

"What's wrong? You look like you're in a daze."

"Um, nothing. What's up?"

"I'm here to tell you. I'm going to get some wood to start a fire."

“Okay, go ahead.”

"clear!"

After his subordinates left, the man in the red scarf shook his head and put aside unnecessary thoughts.

(In short, make sure you can act at the critical moment!)

He clenched his fists, gathered his strength, and went to the chief with wine and snacks.

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On the plain as the sun sets, two figures stand out.

The two people wearing black and red robes formed a sharp contrast, and there were no other obstacles around them, so they were very conspicuous. Fortunately, there were no villages nearby, and no passing adventurers or merchants, so there was no need to worry about becoming a topic.

The two looked very calm, as if they were not worried about being seen, and had never worried about being discovered. Admiring the beautiful sunset, the man in the red robe said, "Do you remember what we talked about before?"

The voice sounded like a young man, but his face was hidden by a hat and could not be seen clearly. The same was true for the other person, whose hat fluttered in the breeze but never revealed his face.

"Of course. Sell those scrolls to that bandit. That's my job."

“Well, well done.”

The man in the red robe smiled widely and clapped his hands, while the man in the black robe's smile disappeared.

"No need to praise. Can you tell me? Where did you get such a dangerous thing? As a dark merchant, I have seen many illegal trades, but this scroll is particularly outstanding. And..."

From the hat of the dark businessman in black robe, a sharp gaze was revealed, staring at the man in red robe.

"You figured out I was engaging in illegal transactions right away. It was as if you knew it from the beginning. Moreover, you didn't reveal any flaws to me. You didn't even try to hide that you were a dangerous person. I was scared of you."

"Hahaha, you talked so much, it was really fluent."

The man in the red robe had an amused smile on his face, and the dark businessman was angry, as if the other party thought his words were not worth listening to at all.

As a dark businessman, he is always facing danger. Many people are ready to die. In other words, he has experienced many such Shura fields. He is confident that he has accumulated corresponding experience.

However, facing the man in red robe in front of him, the dark businessman still felt quite scared. He had just said so much in order to obtain accurate information. But now he found that he was wrong.

All this is to protect himself. In fact, he is out of fear. He cannot read the person's emotions. He doesn't know what the other person is thinking. He may seem to be smiling, but he may actually be angry. He may seem to be talking calmly, but he may actually be laughing.

Although I think so, maybe it's not true. But the dark merchant can't just retreat like this.

At least I have to ask this. With this in mind, the dark businessman questioned the red-robed figure: "Although I don't expect you to answer, please allow me to ask. Who are you?"

The dark merchant gritted his teeth and asked word by word. At this moment, the red-robed figure opened his mouth slightly: "Strange, isn't it? I clearly told you my name, right?" The red-robed figure still spoke in that confused tone.

The Dark Merchant tried to remain calm and responded clearly: "Besides that, you didn't tell me anything, right? I looked up your name, but there was no record. Therefore, I judged that you were not reliable enough and re-established my suspicion. That's the situation."

"Well...I did tell you my real name...that's incredible."

This is exactly what is called a parallel line. There is no way to see the end of the conversation. This is exactly how the dark businessman feels now. At this moment, the red-robed figure turned his eyes away from the setting sun and looked towards the mountains in the north.

"Well, it's time for us to go our separate ways. From now on, it doesn't matter whether my real name is real or not. Is my opinion wrong?"

“…No, there is no room for rebuttal.” The dark merchant nodded obediently, and the red-robed figure showed a satisfied smile: “That’s it. Please try not to interfere with each other.”

The red-robed man finished speaking and without waiting for the dark merchant to respond, he walked towards the mountains in the north and suddenly disappeared, leaving the dark merchant alone walking towards a small forest in the south.

The red-robed figure moved through the mountains at an incredible speed, as if he wasn't wearing a robe at all.

He jumped lightly between the trees, shuttling silently, and on the way he saw a group of thieves coming down the mountain. The red-robed figure looked at them with an interested smile.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the river bank a little further away. Because he was making a fire, he was more conspicuous. The red-robed figure walked in that direction out of some interest.

"Oh my? Those three wet guys are indeed..."

The man with the red scarf, the man with the hedgehog head and the man with the bald head. He quickly recognized them as the accomplices of the group of thieves he had just seen. Seeing these three red-robed figures, he showed a sly smile.

"It just happened to solve my boredom. It seems like I met the right person." The red-robed figure landed on the ground and walked silently in the direction of the three people.

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At the foot of the mountain, by a quiet river, three thieves gathered around a campfire, trying to warm their soaking wet bodies.

When escaping from Kuler, they were swallowed by the rapids and lost consciousness, but when they woke up, the three of them were washed ashore together.

From the perspective of saving their lives, they can be said to be lucky, but at a time when there is almost no way to fill their stomachs, they are really unlucky, and they really think so.

Just then, a red-robed figure approached them silently.

All the weapons were lost when they were washed away, so they couldn't hunt monsters to eat. Although it was possible to just defeat them, they couldn't dissect them or peel off their flesh.

There were no trees with fruits or nuts nearby, and drinking water was almost impossible without containers, so all we could do was stand around the campfire and try to keep out the cold.

But now the sun was about to set and it was getting colder than during the day. Although my wet body had dried a little, the flames of the campfire were not enough to keep me warm and my body was still getting colder.

The man in the red scarf trembled and said in a voice full of hatred: "Damn it! That damn old man... Gulp!"

The strong sneeze made the flames of the campfire shake violently. The hedgehog-headed man desperately hugged himself with his hands and rubbed his body to keep warm and said, "Hey, what should we do? We made a big mistake after all, right? Will we be scolded by the leader again when we go back?"

"I know, you! We can't just give up. We must take revenge!" The man with the red scarf clenched his fists. In contrast, the hedgehog-headed man seemed to be in low spirits.

"That's true. But what should we do? If we rush out without a plan, we will only be counterattacked again, right?"

“You’re right.” The bald man smiled bitterly, and the man in the red scarf also showed a painful expression: “It really hits a sore spot. Indeed, we are powerless now.”

“So what should we do?”

“Now start thinking about it. Do you have any ideas?”

When asked by the red scarf man, the hedgehog-haired man and the bald-headed man crossed their arms and thought. Then the hedgehog-haired man sighed: "If we had thought of that at the beginning, we wouldn't be so troubled."

"Indeed." The bald man agreed with a wry smile, and then made a suggestion: "Since there is no other way, how about the three of us go back to the leader and apologize to him?"

“…Maybe this is the only way.”

"I agree with that. If we apologize sincerely, the chief will surely forgive us."

The hedgehog-haired man also agreed, but the man in the red scarf was still hesitant. He pounded the ground with his fists with a frustrated look on his face.

"Damn it! If I had stronger power, it wouldn't be like this..." The man with the red scarf gritted his teeth, his fists trembling. Seeing his appearance, the other two could only smile helplessly.

In order to divert attention, when the hedgehog-headed man spoke, a cold voice suddenly broke the quiet atmosphere: "Really... do you really want power..."

The three people were startled and looked up at the third person who suddenly appeared. A figure in a burgundy robe stood there. From the sound, it seemed to be a young man, but his face was covered by a hood and could not be seen at all.

He must not have been here just now. There was no sense of his presence at all. I don't know when he approached them. As confusion rushed through their minds, the man in the red turban questioned the figure in the robe, as if he wanted to catch him.

“Who are you?”

"Oh, excuse me. I'm not a suspicious person."